My Words

Tolerance Glacier

Wood harder then oak,
Growing for a thousand years
Through snow and ice,
Maturing slowly with
Grain close and tight.
Rock-hard,
Valued for it’s strength and durability;
Cussed for its density
That must be blown apart
Or laboriously split by hand.

Such are the prejudices of man,
Entrenched by society,
Enforced by free-flowing waterfalls of willpower
Only marginally impeded by education;
The glacier of prejudice rolls on
Inevitably moving forward,
Ideas unquestioned,
Change restrained by gravity.
Learned behaviours must be prised apart,
The grain exposed to challenge
Creating open spaces for tolerance to grow.